My back is friggin' killing me. Every couple of days it ramps up into this excruciating pain that keeps me from enjoying my favourite activity: sitting down. My Little Wonder is getting heavier & heavier, although I shouldn't complain. S/he needs subcutaneous fat to keep her/him warm!

I've been feeling really crummy over the last couple of days, and I'm starting to wonder if my "sweet" trimester isn't drawing to a close. Last night I went to sleep at 6, slept until 8, and spent the rest of the night tossing & turning. I foolishly thought that I was tired enough to sleep through the night, just like I used to do in my first trimester. During those heady exam times, I would crawl into bed as soon as I got home, then get up at 4 a.m. and frantically mark essays. Now I'm too tired to work at night, but too wakeful to crash. It's a pickle, I tells ya.

I'm also getting Braxton-Hicks (i.e. false) contractions more frequently now. Today I got one while I was on the highway. There's really not a lot I can do when they hit except sit quietly, breathe purposefully, and try to distract myself. This morning it took singing along with "California Über Alles" to get me through the contraction without running into a concrete barrier. I think I need a full Dead Kennedys album in the car for future contingencies.